RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
As per their letters, Ronin heads to Sunjata's old boxing ring within the next few days, the Knight dressed in a thick coat with the collar turned up against the chill sea breeze. Having lived in balmy Torchline for a while now, he's started to feel the cold of Deepfrost even out here in the tropics; like it or not, the temperatures are still vastly different now compared to the region in Longheat, and so he hovers against the wall of the old building with his hands buried in his pockets.
Over his shoulder he's slung a satchel containing, of all things, some of the Hanged Man's finest island rum, planning to gift it to the Flood upon seeing him. It's a very small gesture in a long list of things he considered he needs to do to make it up to Sunjata for tricking him all the way to Halo, but it's a start. Letting out a long, deep sigh, Ronin's brow furrows as he considers the way forward. Not just for today, but in general - the void, the Family, and all the consequences of continuing to resist them.
Over his shoulder he's slung a satchel containing, of all things, some of the Hanged Man's finest island rum, planning to gift it to the Flood upon seeing him. It's a very small gesture in a long list of things he considered he needs to do to make it up to Sunjata for tricking him all the way to Halo, but it's a start. Letting out a long, deep sigh, Ronin's brow furrows as he considers the way forward. Not just for today, but in general - the void, the Family, and all the consequences of continuing to resist them.
show me your darkness.
